The cost of caring in medicine, told in four songs
Every life has a shape. Mine revealed itself slowly, not through titles or milestones, but through four songs that arrived at the right moments, each one naming a truth I had lived long before I had language for it. These songs are not nostalgia. They are architecture. They explain how I became the physician, the father, the steward, and the man I became. This is the overture to my career …
The cost of caring in medicine, told in four songs


















